#StitchedSaturday James Matthew Byers, the Darque Bard

Pork Rinds I heard him squeal in ecstasy;I saw his nostrils flareAs he dismembered part of meWhile spitting out my hair.The stench of dead was lingeringAmong the corpses hung.The bodies he kept fingeringWere licked by his foul tongue.I squirmed to try and loose the knot,But sadly, no avail.Around me in the hazing rot,I knew that … Continue reading #StitchedSaturday James Matthew Byers, the Darque Bard